Perils of the Griffon Spoilers
The following are transcripts and video from the Wings of the Goddess quest Perils of the Griffon.
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Scene 1: South San d'Oria (S)
Rholont: Good day, PLAYERNAME.
Rholont: The War Council will be commencing momentarily.
Rholont: FDSLKFD
Rholont: Will Captain Excenmille not be in attendance this day?
Rahal: Hmph. The captain feels not the necessity of informing such matters to his next in command.
Bistillot: We are all aware of his tendency to neglect official obligations, but duty is duty.
Bistillot: Intelligence confirms that the captain's father arrived back at the capital two evenings ago. The captain should therefore be available to preside over today's meeting.
Cyranuce: Un-unless the unspeakable has befallen him during the expedition...?
Rholont: S-speak not of such things, Cyranuce, not even in jest!
Cyranuce: But, but...
Machegue: Remember you not Mother's words, Cyra?
Machegue: "Negative thoughts breed negative outcomes."
Cyranuce: I'm merely concerned for the welfare of our captain, nothing more! A-and how many times must I remind you to address me not by my infantile name!?
Machegue: Oh, I'm sorry, Cyra...nuce.
Bistillot: But should Cyranuce's concern be invalidated, the captain must be subjected to disciplinary action for non-fulfillment of duty.
Rahal: That Excenmille.... I swear to the Goddess, the next time he marches in with that arrogant mug of his, I'll --
Rholont: Ah!
Excenmille: You were halfway through your sentence, Rahal.
Rahal: E-Excenmille!
Excenmille: It's been a while. How fare you all?
Cyranuce: Captain! You've safely returned!
Excenmille: It would appear I've been missed.
Machegue: Hurrah! The captain has returned from the expedition!
Rahal: What took you so long, Excenmille? We've all been worried sick about you! Have you not respect for our feelings?
Excenmille: My apologies.
Excenmille: I had volunteered for the rearguard, and thus arrived last of all.
Rholont: Captain, you must tell us of your first battle!
Rholont: Of your triumphant victories over the enemy hordes, and the honor and glory you've garnered on behalf of the Young Griffons!
Excenmille: There... was nothing of the sort.
Rahal: Excenmille...?
Excenmille: The battlefield -- war -- is not what you think it to be...
Rholont: ...
Bistillot: As though the fires of hell were unleashed upon Vana'diel...
Machegue: Cyra... I need to change out of my breeches...
Cyranuce: I-I shall accompany you...
Rahal: So... Excenmille. What are we, the Young Griffons, to do now?
Excenmille: The Young Griffons... are no more.
Excenmille: From this day forth, the Young Griffons are disbanded.
Cyranuce: D-d-dis....
Rholont: Disbanded!?
Rahal: Have you lost your mind!?
Excenmille: I am dead serious.
Rahal: Wait.
Rahal: None of here discounts the graveness of your experience, the terrible things to which you bore witness.
Rahal: But surely, you've not forgotten the reason of our establishment?
Excenmille: It was folly... All of it.
Rahal: What are you saying!?
Excenmille: There is no place for children on the battlefield.
Cyranuce: B-but Captain, you too, are --
Excenmille: I made a promise to Father.
Rahal: A promise...?
Excenmille: I will be joining the expeditionary force.
Rahal: ...!?
Excenmille: The knights will strike west -- far, far west. Even Father knows not when we will return.
Excenmille: I had best prepare for departure.
Excenmille: Farewell, all.
Rahal: DOn't you dare walk away!
Rahal: I won't forgive you if you do!
Rahal: Who was it that established the Young Griffons -- started it all? You, Excenmille! You!
Rahal: Our fair nation would crumble if the elders were left to their own devices -- that's what you made us believe in, the vision we all shared.
Rahal: But now, you're just going to disappear and leave us here...
Rahal: Don't you dare walk away!
Rahal: No, wait... I see what has happened.
Rahal: You've grown up and become like one of the elders, haven't you?
Rahal: A self-serving, self-centered elder who opens his mouth only to vomit up pathetic excuses... and turns tail at the mere sight of adversity!
Excenmille: ...!?
Excenmille: Rahal...
Excenmille: Don't you presume to understand my feelings!
Rahal punches Excenmille.
Excenmille: ....!
Excenmille: Are you satisfied now? This is the final order from your commanding officer: the Young Griffons are disbanded!
Excenmille: Playtime is over!
Rholont: C-Captain!
Rahal: Damn him!
Rahal runs away.
Rholont: L-Lieutenant!
Rholont: I say, I doubt any of us saw that coming...
Scene II: San d'Oria (S)
Rholont: Ah, Squire Altennia! PLAYERNAME approaches!
Altennia: PLAYERNAME, I have been searching high and low for you.
Altennia: I trust you've been informed of Excenmille's partaking in the upcoming expedition.
Altennia: The knights in the expeditionary force will be receiving an official send-off before the Victory Gate presently.
Altennia: I was hoping you could join us in saying farewell to our fearless young hero.
Bistillot: Squire Altennia, to where are Excenmille and teh Knights of the Cardinal Stag headed?
Altennia: Will you promise that this knowledge goes not beyond these walls? Their destination is the Marquisate of Tavnazia.
Rholont: Tavnazia?
Cyranuce: Ooh, ooh, I know that place! I overheard Father telling Mother that it's currently being targeted by Orcish forces!
Altennia: I see Griffons' intelligence is as reliable as ever. Excenmille's father, Count Aurchiat, has mobilized the knights to reinforce the Tavnazian defensive effort.
Altennia: Tavnazia is reputed to be an impregnable natural stronghold that can hold enemy forces that would elsewhere be overwhelming at bay. Even the count himself vouches for its superior defensive capacity. But, still...
Altennia: Oh, how could I have been so forgetful? I was tasked with preparing wine for this very occasion! Let's rendezvous before the Victory Gate in a short while.
Cyranuce: We'll be right there!
Rahal: I am not going.
Rholont: Huh?
Rahal: Excenmille has chosen to forsake the Young Griffons, and is no longer one of us. We have no obligation whatsoever to see him off.
Rholont: Oh? Then, I shan't go... I guess.
Cyranuce: Rahal speaks the truth. I won't go either.
Machegue: If Cyra isn't going, then I won't either!
Bistillot: ... This, I saw coming malms away...
Rholont: I assume you've reached the same conclusion as the rest of us, PLAYERNAME?
Rholont: The motion has been approved via a majority vote!
Scene III: Southern San d'Oria (S)
Daigraffeaux: Here to see off the Knights of the Cardinal Stag, are you? The procession should be passing through any moment now.
You find Altennia and Excenmille chatting in the chocobo stable.
Altennia: Ah, there he is.
Altennia: Look, Excenmille.
Altennia: PLAYERNAME has been kind enough to come and see you off on your journey.
Excenmille: Well, if it isn't our Fine Young Griffon! Still always first off the mark, I see.
Excenmille: But, the Young Griffons are no more...
Excenmille: PLAYERNAME...
Excenmille: Was it a mistake?
Excenmille: N... never mind. It's nothing.
Altennia: Excenmille!
Altennia: Must you always be so stubborn and unyielding?
Excenmille: Y-you misunderstand me! I simply could not bear the thought of them... my friends... suffering.
Excenmille: Wh-what in the world do you think you're doing, Altennia!?
Excenmille: Altennia?
Altennia: I want you to promise me...
Altennia: Promise me that you'll come back safe and sound.
Excenmille: I... promise.
The knights mount their chocobos, ready to head out. Excenmille looks around; he doesn't see Rahal, who is watching from behind a tree.
Alphonimile: Excenmille!
Alphonimile: We've barely departed, yet you're already straggling? Get your act together, soldier! We've got a long ride ahead!
Excenmille leaves.
Altennia: He's really gone...
Altennia: We will be able to see that mischievous smile again, won't we?
Altennia: But, I just can't help but feel as though...
Altennia: Wh-what am I doing, breaking down like this on such a momentous day for Excenmille? I... I'm so sorry!
Scene 4: Southern San d'Oria (S)
Rholont: In the end I refrained from going to see off Excenmille, as was decided by the majority.
Rholont: But, this feeling of guilt gnawing away at my conscience... Perhaps I should have done otherwise?
Rholont: Hmmm? Those footsteps...
Rholont: G-Goddess have mercy!
Rholont: All Griffons to stations! Enemies approach!
Rholont: H-hold where you are, intruder! This is the t-territory of the Young G-G-Griffons! State your business, or b-begone!
Rholont: Eep!
Rahal: S-Sir Rongelouts. To what do we owe the honor of your presence?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Who claims to be the leader of this maggoty rabble?
Rongelouts N Distaud: What's the matter? Lost the taste for playing soldiers all of a sudden?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Bah. A hiding place behind your mother's skirts is more appropriate for your like.
Rahal: Wh-what!?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Eyes front!
Rongelouts N Distaud: This here is Vailanice of the Knights of the Iron Ram. He has orders to confiscate that decrepit Orcish warmachine there, and will hence return here for that purpose shortly.
Bistillot: Wh-what did you say!?
Rongelouts N Distaud: .... And I expect you to at least do something about the offensive odor before then.
Rahal: I think not! The base -- warmachine -- is the property of the Young Griffons!
Vailanice: Please understand, children. Your warmachine is necessary to ensure the success of our next mission.
Rongelouts N Distaud: Save your breath, Vailanice. These maggots need not be privileged with an explanation.
Vailanice: But, sir, considering what will become of the warmachine, an explanation would not be entirely undue...
Bistillot: !?
Bistillot: Sir Rongelouts. If I may be so bold, would your interest in our base be for the purpose of deployment in simulated battle?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Heh, an educated if uninformed guess.
Bistillot: A whole month of my time has been invested to painstakingly convert the machine for Elvaan use.
Bistillot: I would therefore be most obliged if it was not subjected to rough treatment of any degree.
Rongelouts N Distaud: That thing is still operational, you say? Most curious indeed...
Bistillot: ...!
Rongelouts N Distaud: It seems I was mistaken -- not all maggots are useless.
Rongelouts N Distaud: You in there, I hereby appoint you to the exalted post of "Maggot Engineer."
Rongelouts N Distaud: Hahahahaha! For your inagural assignment, you are to restore the machine to perfect working condition by the time of pickup. My expectations of you are high, so don't disappoint me now.
Rahal: Damn that moustached magalomaniac!
Machegue: Cyra, what will become of our base?
Cyranuce: I know not...
Rholont: Our course of action is obvious. If we are to retain our base and dignity, we msut engage with the Iron Rams.
Cyranuce: Take on the Knights of the Iron Ram? Have you lost your marbles? Excenmille isn't even with us anymore...
Rahal: ...
Bistillot: I have a plan.
Bistillot: We simply build a new warmachine.
Bistillot: A replica of the original.
Rahal: Are you certain this is possible? I thought repairing the original machine alone required one whole month on your part.
Bistillot: Who mentioned anything about quality? As long as the appearance is identical, our purpose shall be served.
Cyranunce: Even so, judging from Rongelout's tone of voice, we'd be fortune to have even a day.
Bistillot: I believe that the young knight charged with confiscation duty -- Vailanice -- has at best only limited mechanical knowledge.
Bistillot: Should he show up inconveniently early, a white lie pertaining to the machine's unready state should suffice in buying us more time.
Rahal: Hmmm, this plan might actually be feasible...
Rahal: Bistillot, I want you to commence on-location preparations at once.
Rahal: Rholont, Cyranuce and Machegue -- you three come with me. Our mission is to infiltrate into Laborman's Way and procure wood scraps from the Carpenters' Guild.
Cyranuce: Understood!
Rahal: And lastly, PLAYERNAME.
Rahal: You are the strongest and most experienced of us all.
Rahal: For this reason, we need you to head out to Jugner Forest and scavenge for an Orcish warmachine body.
Rholont: Um... Lietenant Rahal?
Rahal: What is it, Rholont?
Rholont: I seem to have... misplaced my nerves somewhere.
Rahal: Ahahaha... ha.
Rahal: In that case, you may remain here and resume sentinel duty.
Rahal: Alert Engineer Bistillot to any encroaching danger, like you always do.
Rholont: Tainted is mine honor...
Cyranuce: Teehee!
Rahal: Now listen to me, all of you! Consider this a chance to demonstrate to that traitor, Excenmille, that the Young Griffons need him not!
Machegue: Hear! Hear!
Bistillot: ...
Scene 5: Southern San d'Oria (S)
Rholont: Why, th-this is an Orcish warmachine body!
Rholont: I shall inform Engineer Bistillot immediately!
Bistillot: A push here... and a twist there... And that's that. The wheels are now attached.
Bistillot: Uwaaah! M-maintain horizontal balance or else the wheels will come off!
Machegue: Faster, Cyra! Faster!
Cyranuce: I'm ... not... ... an Orc...
Rahal: Now we can surely exact revenge on that bewhiskered brute... and without any help from Excenmille!
Rahal: This shall be our sweetest moment yet!
Rahal: Oh, and before I forget, this is a little something for you, PLAYERNAME.
Rholont: Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Iron Rams in the vicinity!
Rholont: Hmmm? Eeek! S-Sir Rongelouts is among them!
Rholont: N-no time to proceed calmly! All officers, evacuate with extreme haste!
Bistillot: Wh-what? Is anyone still here? Anyone!?
Rongelouts N Distaud: So at long last we've successfully seized one of their siege engines...
Vailanice: Yes, sir. The machine in question has been transported to the provision storehouse for the time being.
Rongelouts N Distaud: I would see with my own eyes this device of destruction that threatens to lay waste to our nation. What is its operational status?
Vailanice: Reports indicate that the machine was discovered abandoned, and procured in near-pristine condition, sir.
Rongelouts N Distaud: Pristine... yet abandoned?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Hm? What is this Orcish warmachine doing here?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Vailanice, add this to your list of items to confiscate.
Rongelouts N Distaud: The maggots' warmachine alone would not make for a sufficiently realistic battle simulation. This will make a welcome addition.
Bistillot: Huh!?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Hm?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Vailanice, is that the kind of response you were trained to use towards superiors?
Vailanice: Uh, no sir... I mean, I hadn't actually said anything... sir.
Rongelouts N Distaud: Heh. My ears must still be ringing from the cannon blasts of the accursed pigmen.
Vailanice: Captain, if I may...
Rongelouts N Distaud: What is it?
Vailanice: It's about the children, sir. Might there not be a way we can perhaps --
Rongelouts N Distaud: No, no, allow me to finish that sentence: The kind and benevolent Iron Ram Knight, Vailanice, wishes to allow the pitiful children to keep their plaything?
Rongelouts N Distaud: Fool!!
Rongelouts N Distaud: Your glut of sympathy will jeopardize the very lives of those you are charged to protect!
Rongelouts N Distaud: Including those of the same little maggots you're hell-bent to appease!
Vailanice: F-forgive me, sir.
Vailanice: I shall go and confiscate their warmachine this instant.
Rongelouts N Distaud: Hold it, soldier. The battle simulation is canceled.
Vailanice: Sir!?
Rongelouts N Distaud: The close examination of the newly acquired siege engine takes precedence. We leave for the Garlaige Citadel, posthaste.
Vailanice: Sir, yes sir! I shall have the regiment prepare for departure immediately!
Bistillot: ...
Back at the Young Griffons hideout...
Rholont: Oh?
Rahal: What is it, Rholont?
Rholont: Was Bistillot not present during the evacuation?
Rahal: Oops...
Bistillot: Finally remembered poor Bistillot, left at the mercy of the bearded barbarian, did we?
Rahal: W-we're sorry...
Bistillot: Apologies are quite unnecessary, as through pure genius I was able to turn the inauspicious situation to my advantage. Anyone care for some classified information, fresh off the lips of our not-so-favorite captain of the Iron Rams?
Cyranuce: Classified information, you say!?
Bistillot: The Iron Rams will shortly depart for the Garlaige Citadel.
Rahal: Gar... laige? I cannot say that name is familiar to me.
Bistillot: I suspect it to be a secret base of operation for the Allied Forces.
Rholont: A secret base? With spies and saboteurs!?
Rahal: Then what of the operation to retain our base?
Bistillot: As far as I was able to observe, Sir Rongelouts was very much taken in by the decoy. However...
Machegue: However?
Bistillot: A new discovery of critical import has diverted his attention from our base, and battle simulations have been postponed until further notice.
Cyranuce: So all our effort dispensed to build the replica was for naught?
Machegue: But, Cyra, this means...
Rholont: ... The strategy was a success! Against staggering odds, we have successfully defended our base against the ruthless onslaught of the elders!
Machegue: Hurrah! Long live the Young Griffons!
Rahal: ...
Rahal: Lend me your ears, all of you.
Rahal: I have been contemplating this for some time now. The Young Griffons will be disbanded, as was Excenmille's parting wish.
Cyranuce: Wh-what!?
Rahal: But from its ashes...
Rahal: The "Knights of the Swiftwing Griffin" shall arise!
Bistillot: Griffin? You would adopt the creature gracing San d'Oria's coat of arms as our own?
Rahal: No other would be more fitting to our cause.
Rahal: Call it a hunch, but i sense something afoot at the citadel -- something upon which the very survival of our nation is dependent.
Rahal: An event of this magnitude cannot be left in the charge of a poor excuse for a knight like Rongelouts!
Cyranuce: Right!
Rahal: That is why the Young Griffons must evolve and mature into a greater existence, one that is on equal terms with the elders.
Rholont: Your logic is crystal clear to me, sir!
Machegue: But.... who will lead us?
Rahal: Of that, you needn't worry.
Rahal: I shall personally take responsibility as the new captain!
Rahal: But, only if you'll all have me, naturally.
Bistillot: Captain... Rahal!
Bistillot: Long have we waited to hear those words from you.
Machegue: Long live Captain Rahal! Long live the knights of the Swiftwing Griffin!
Rahal: Thank you, everyone...
Rahal: My first command as Captain is as follows: The Swiftwing Griffins are to head to the Garlaige Citadel and uncover Rongelouts's objective!
Cyranuce: Yes, sir!
Rholont: Er... Captain, sir. What of our base during the mission?
Rahal: Rholont, Bistillot, will you see to its defense?
Rholont: Just as I thought...
Rahal: The care of the base is a heavy burden that can only be entrusted to our most dependable. For this reason, Sentinel Rholont, I appoint you Castellan of Swiftwing Fortress.
Rholont: C-Castellan!
Rholong: Yes sir, Captain Rahal, sir! I shall defend Swiftwing Fortress with my life!
Rahal: We're counting on you, Castellan Rholont.
Rahal: Gather around, my brave knights!
Rahal: We, the Knights of the Swiftwing Griffin!
Rahal: Hereby solemnly swear upon our pride and honor...
Rahal: To protect our homeland, San d'Oria, unto our dying breath!
Hurrah!!!
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